All language subtitles for Cold.Skin.2018dvd

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We are never very far
from those we hate.

For this very reason,

we shall never be truly close
to those we love.

An appalling fact.

I knew it well enough
when I embarked.

But some truths
deserve our attention.

Others are best left alone.

We set sail 67 days ago.

September, 1914.

Matches are useless as teats
on a bull above deck.

Thank you.

There's your island.
Look, you see it?

What are you running from?

That was the first question
they asked me

when I decided to go to sea.

Prepare to weigh anchor!

That is a one man job.
Don't need two.

Rusky, aren't you listening?

Be careful with those
in the back!

Don't get 'em wet!

Careful with that.
Don't throw stuff about.

Get that rope in! Rope!
Are you listening to me?

Come on, come on!
Put him on the rope!

Move it!

No birds.

No weather official
to greet you, either.

Captain, sir,
where we leave the luggage

of officer of air and winds?

Here inside.

Tell the others to hold off
with the rest of the provisions.

No.
No, bring it forth.

With respect,
I am responsible

for your safe passage,
and this is hardly reassuring.

And you've already provided
such passage.

It had to be taken
as an act of kindness

that the captain accompanied me
onto dry land.

Nothing obliged him,
but during the journey,

we had come to one of those
understandings

that sometimes arise between
men of different generations.

The captain
always treated me

with the courtesy
of an executioner.

If he could do anything
for me... he would.

Boys?
Go back to the boat.

You in there!
Open up!

Can you hear me?!

Hello!

Hello?

Hey! Wake up.

Fetch water toad.

Wake up!
Maritime signal technician.

We are replacing the weather
official, Aldor Vigeland.

Can you tell me
of his whereabouts?

I said where is
the weather official?

Listen here, I'm captain
of a ship in transit.

I had to change course
to bring this man here

and take his predecessor away.

- Now where is...
- Typhus.

- He's dead?
- Do you have any tobacco?

Vodka?

Where are the man's remains?

Christ, man, speak up!

He went out one day.
I never saw him again.

For God's sake, it's an island!
How far could he have gone?

A swim?

Your name?

Gruner.

You like Frazer?

That's not my book.

You, you have tobacco?

Not on my person, no.

Ah.

Mr. Gruner.

Captain.

I appreciate your concern,

but I'm not about
to turn back now.

Take this.

Don't mistake stubbornness
with stupidity.

I'll manage.
Thank you for all you've done.

Eat well.
Work hard.

Stay busy.

Fair winds.

And following seas.

I would have to live
in a solitude-like exile

for 12 months
far from civilization

with a job as monotonous
as it was insignificant...

to log the intensity
and direction of the winds.

Mr. Gruner?

Mr. Gruner?

Mr. Gruner, if this is your idea
of an initi...

Open the door!

Let me in!

Gruner?!

Gruner!

Gruner!

Please let me in!

Should've stayed on the boat

Gruner!

Gruner!

When I have fears
that I may cease to be,

before my pen has gleaned
my teeming brain,

before high-piled books,
in charactery

hold like rich garners
the full ripened grain,

when I behold
upon the night's starred face

huge cloudy symbols
of a high romance

and think that I may never
live to trace their shadows

with the magic hand of chance,

and when I feel,
fair creature of an hour,

that I shall never look
upon thee more,

Never have relish
in the faery power

of unreflecting love,

then on the shore of
the wide world I stand alone,

and think till love and fame
to nothingness do sink.

Mother of God.

No! Don't shoot!

Put your gun down!

Put it down!

Step back.

Step back!

What do you want?

Do I really need
to spell it out?

You said you have tobacco?

Yes.

- Coffee?
- Yes.

- Vodka?
- Gin. And ammunition.

Caliber?

There's plenty more.

- She's harmless.
- Harmless?

Come here.
Come here,

Come on.

Good girl, easy.
Good.

See?

I think I'll call you...
Friend.

You got bit?

Burned.

- How many'd you kill?
- Don't know.

The previous weather official.
It wasn't typhus.

You left him stranded here
like me.

It's as good as murder.

We gotta go.

Come on!

Pain gone?

- How long was I out for?
- Day or two by my reckoning.

Pissed your pants.

1,862.

Now that's what I call
an armory.

What's it doing?

Stupid thing.
Thinks stuff'll float away.

You can speak with the beasts.

Not speak, command.

Doesn't it try and escape?

Does a dog leave even
the cruelest of masters?

It's incredible.

I never even imagined
such things could exist.

What we know is a small island

in the vast ocean
of what we don't.

I've heard that there
are atolls that contain

unique and endemic species
of fish

that have evolved
completely independently.

Hangover species that have
survived in isolation,

stuck in a kind
of evolutionary stalemate.

Maybe these beasts
are like that,

not quite human nor amphibian,
reptile or fish.

She's not quite like
the others, is she?

This one doesn't bite,
that's all.

What about that scar
on your shoulder?

There was one time.

The only time.
She learned her lesson.

Remember, it's the still
and silent sea

that drowns a man.

I adjusted the mechanism
to sweep the coastline.

All I know is that the toads,
like all infernal beasts,

they shun light,
human or divine.

Demons from Atlantis.

I believe in what I see.

One thing I still can't
understand

is that you could have escaped
four days ago on the boat

- that brought me here.
- Escape? To where?

To a civilized world.

Nice place,
that civilized world of yours.

That why you gave it up?

Here I'm master
of my own destiny,

- come hell or high water.
- Well, you can keep it.

I'm signaling the first ship
that passes by.

Really? This island is not on
any commercial shipping lanes.

The next ship here will be
the one with your replacement.

Come on, Gruner,
lighthouses are built

- where there's naval transit.
- They're also built

to balance navy budgets
and siphon funds.

Gotta empty a bucket before
you can fill it up again, boy.

It is the second time in a
week I'm forced to rebuild my life.

All my belongings are burned.

I've nothing from the person
I used to be.

In this remote part
of the world,

I feel a sense
of irreparable loss.

I can't tell whether it arises
from a longing for civilization,

a prisoner's panic...

or simply fear.

Don't!
Don't eat that.

It's... it's not edi...

It's a can...

Friend, get your rifle.

Don't shoot till
they reach the tower,

and don't waste bullets
on their wounded.

Give them enough carrion,
they'll devour each other.

I don't see anything.

You'll learn
what to look for.

Come on!

Come on!

Shoot, man! Use your gun!

Come on, shoot!

No man is an island.

Horse shit.
Gruner is an island.

Gruner does not need
any dead weight,

no matter how much chocolate
and coffee ladybird brought!

Go fetch some water.

One last chance.

Hold. Hold fast.

Wait. Hold.

Steady.

Behind you!
Wake up, man! Wake up!

Shoot! Shoot, dammit! Shoot!
Shoot! One last chance!

Gruner,
wait, don't! Gruner!

Gruner! Help!

Gruner!
Gruner, let me in!

Gruner!

Gruner and I settled into

a curious sort of co-existence
based on routine.

The monsters always swarm
at night,

their strikes growing longer
every day.

The Japanese
philosopher Musashi said

that only a few
appreciate the art of war.

A good warrior is not defined by
the cause he defends

but rather by the meaning
that derives from the struggle.

Days are always the same.

I abandon my post
on the balcony

at the break of dawn.

Nature dictates
the length of my slumber.

I have to accept the most
ungrateful tasks

simply to keep my place
inside the lighthouse.

I've been meditating
on my reason

for coming to this island.

I had been seeking peace
through nothingness.

But in place of silence,

I found a monster-plagued
inferno.

Smells strange.

How do you know that
the herbs aren't bad?

Herbs are like people.
They are neither good or bad.

They're just known or unknown,
that's all.

Herbs won't slit
your throat for money.

A farmer keeps cows.
He cares for them.

He feeds them.
He gives them endearing names.

Like Daisy.

But then he steals her milk.

And he kills her children.

Another riddle.

It's a question
of necessity.

Has it ever occurred to you
that it might be her wailing

that attracts the beasts?

But then why would they attack
some nights and not others?

And why would she lure her
own kin to die on the rocks?

The only thing you need
to understand

is that we are the invaders,
which makes us the enemy.

Kill and conquer,
that's what we humans do.

You want to conquer them.
Is that it?

Oh, no,
I want to exterminate them.

We need more timber.

Why?

We haven't been attacked
in weeks.

You like sleeping
in my lighthouse.

Faded.

Far away.

Dissolved.

And quite forgotten.

My eyes have scrutinized
every surface a thousand times.

We speak of the lighthouse
and its environs

as if it were an entire state.

Every nook
and cranny has a name.

Every rock.

Every stone.

Maybe they migrate,
like the whales in winter.

Or maybe the creatures reason
they can't defeat us.

They're beasts.

They are out there gathering in
numbers for their next attack.

You're on watch.

Although it may seem strange,

the lulls between fighting
are often worse

than the battles themselves.

This void is accompanied

by the mascot's change
in attitude.

How could Gruner lie with one of
the very same monsters

that plague us every night?

How did he manage
to justify the act in defiance

of all the obstacles
set down by civilization?

Set down by nature.

How could he get closer...

and closer...

and not be repelled
by her cold skin?

I have decided
to give her a name.

Aneris.

Down.

When'd we run out of potatoes?

We didn't.
You're drinking 'em.

You play?

What civilized man doesn't?

These beasts really are
a fascinating species.

Take the blood,
for example.

I imagine that it must
share the properties

of some arctic fish containing
a kind of anti-freeze

to help them to survive
in sub-zero conditions.

Have you noticed that they've
got two sets of eyelids?

Now the first,
very much like ours,

but the second
is a transparent membrane

helping them when they dive,
I would imagine.

We could capture specimens,
take them back to Great Britain

or to the United States,
present our discovery,

- and we would be celebrated...
- All right, you got me!

I came down to the asshole
of the world to become famous.

All right? Check!

Now shut up and play.

Check mate.

No, i-it can't be.

I-it j...
it just can't be.

Calm down, Gruner,
it's only a game.

- Kings, pawns.
- It can't be!

We forgot the light!

Galley deck!

I'm out! There's too many!
There's too many!

So what do we know do now?

♪ One starry night ♪

♪ As I lay sleeping ♪

♪ One starry night ♪

♪ As I lay in bed ♪

♪ I dreamed I heard ♪

♪ Wagon wheels creakin' ♪

♪ Molly Ban, a storeen,
come and lay me down ♪

I wh...

Look at us.

We can't survive
another assault like that.

We're running out of supplies.
Running out of ammunition.

Running out of will.

Where are you going?

- Hey! What is it?
- There's a boat!

No!

Gruner knows
how to defend himself.

Gruner rules the world!

Gruner wants what he has
and has only what he wants!

- Ungrateful little bitch!
- No.

- Get out of my way, boy!
- Please, Gruner.

No more people.

I see what you are!

A sad, pathetic failure
of a misanthrope!

You're too afraid
to let your friends leave!

Too afraid
to kill your enemies!

Afraid of having
no one left to hate.

Look.

Look.

What has he done
to you this time?

We call this... a "boat."

You see?

What?

I found a rowboat.

I know of it.

Sorry, what?
Why didn't you say so?

Wouldn't do you no good.

I'm sure you'll make it
off my island.

Then you'd be taken by
hypothermia, starvation,

a storm, most likely end up
as toad food, but, hey,

who am I to deny you the right
to choose how you die?

- Where'd it come from?
- Belonged to some Portuguese.

- Shipwreck?
- Tremendous storm.

Came to grief in the night.

And I'm sure you did everything
you could to save them.

I did what I could.

Those that made it ashore
were set upon

trying to reach
the lighthouse.

Nothing left of them
by the morning.

Dragged back down
to the depths.

What were they doing so far
from commercial routes?

It was an illegal ship.
Dynamite smugglers.

Found some crates
washed up ashore.

No good though,
all waterlogged.

You want to dive that ship.

We recover the dynamite,
repair the rowboat,

head out in the morning
at low tide when it's safest.

You're an idiot.

What is it about blowing up
a thousand toads you don't like?

Suicide mission, I'm not
going down in that water.

Scared?

I'll do it.

All I require from you
is to pump my air.

Won't work.

I'm talking
about toad extermination.

No!

I changed my mind.

We leave right away.

Remember,
one tug on the rope,

everything's fine,
two, load is secured.

Three....

Three,
row for your life.

The second line's too close
to the lighthouse.

At this distance,

the toads will be packed in
nice and tight,

like a can of sardines.

We'll end up perched
on the leaning tower of Pisa.

The Austral summer
is fading timidly

but with grandeur.

Now we are inexorably
heading toward the winter.

Or rather, the darkness.

Time is a relative idea.

Drops suspended
from a spider web

for centuries
before it falls.

Sometimes, however,

a week passes
in the blink of an eye.

Come inside.

Three weeks.
Three weeks and nothing.

- We can't eat that garbage!
- Gruner.

She told them.
You told your friends, huh?

You warned them, didn't you?
Huh?!

You fucking little toad spy.
This is how you repay me, huh?

- You ungrateful, bitch!
- Gruner!

How dare you leave me?!
Dare you leave me!

- Gruner...
- Try it! Try it again!

We ambush them.

We leave the main door open
and lure them inside.

You pick them off
from the stairs.

I operate the detonator
once they're close enough.

Gruner, Babel's open.

- Lanterns!
- Burning.

Come on,
come on, sing! Come on!

Come on! Come on! Sing!
Sing! Sing for your supper!

Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing!
There you go!

Sing! Sing! Come on!

They're in!

They're here!

It's not working!

The contact!

Get down!

No, Gruner...

Gruner.

Gruner, can you hear me?
Gruner.

Under the wide
and starry sky...

dig my grave
and let me lie.

Glad did I live
and gladly die.

And I laid me down with a will.

Use your knife.
Don't waste ammunition.

Look at what we've done.

She'll do that for a time.

Wail away like that.

That's how I found her.

Tangled in a net,
little tyke.

Cute that way,
aren't they?

They don't stay that way.

Cut it free.

Saved its life, I did.

It'll come groveling back.

She always does.

They're mourning.

Look at this.

It's brilliant.

We have to keep up the pretense.
New, more powerful weapons.

Putting the fear in them.

I see you, king of the toads!

Don't harm them, Gruner.

A truce is what I think
they want.

Gruner, put your rifle down.
Show them that you mean no harm.

We were wrong.

Gruner, we were wrong.

Go inside.

I said inside!

Leave me?

No one leaves.
No one leaves.

I leave.
No one leaves Gruner!

You don't leave.

You don't leave.
You don't leave.

No one leaves Gruner!

Gruner leaves.
Gruner leaves... Gruner...

you don't leave Gruner, no!

You don't leave!
Gruner leaves.

No one leaves Gruner.
No one leave Gruner!

Gruner leaves.

Wait.

Gruner!

Gruner! Gruner!

Aldor Vigeland,
you're no murderer!

Love.

Love.

Love.

Mr. Gruner?

Maritime signal
technician Gruner.

All right, get up!

We are here to replace the
weather official with this man.

Do you know where he is?

Speak up!

Typhus.

Ugh, this place is a pigsty!

Look at yourself.

You are in no fit state
to hold the position

of signal technician.

We're at war, man!
Get back here!

I believe the poor soul
is ill from isolation, sir.

You know the saying.
No man...

We'll have him seen to.
Search the island.

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